Looking down at Romilda was always a pleasure, especially when she was fuming. Which was rather a lot. Girl needed some anger management classes.
"Go for it," Millicent said. "I'm pretty sure the editor is too busy being chopped to pieces by the Ministry types, but maybe the coffee girl will listen. Oh wait, that's me."
She wasn't going to confess to anything. It may be blatant that it was her, but admitting it was a touch stupid, even for her. And she'd done some stupid things in her life.
"On the upside, now they'll take over the paper and you're obviously their go-to-girl. Scream about that missing first page, you'll have a hundred of those coming if you cheer the Ministry on loud enough."
The fact that the Prophet would now be even more controlled than it already was something she hadn't counted on. At all. Well, it wasn't as if the two of them hadn't bought engagement rings and booked a honey moon already.